“Quite,” Scarlet smiled. “I can’t tell you how very much this means to me.”
“I’m sure it means quite a bit, or else you wouldn’t be here,” he said quietly as she released his hands so that he could begin the letter. He wrote uninterrupted for a few moments, and as he neared the bottom of the page, he glanced up at her. She was peering over her sharp little nose at the paper, biting her bottom lip, her green eyes glowing with anxiousness. She was just as lovely to him now as she had been when he’d first met her so many years ago. Quirky, sassy, full of life. Smart as a whip. With a small grin and the shake of his head, he finished the letter, signed it, and before meeting her eyes again, he said, “It’s been a pleasure to see you again, Scarlet.”
“You as well, Father Puckett,” she smiled.
